The Bush That Shook

Miss Georgia, a bright eyed highly intelligent young woman, was slain seven years prior to the brutal murder of young Emmett Till. Regarded as an innocent, she was ahead of her times in many ways but lagged behind, awaiting others to confirm her worth. On the Ides of August, the bush shook from a thunderous racist footprint, a lurid brazen code for well-rehearsed iniquity and indisputable impiety owned by those sharing an unverifiable relationship with humanity.

Toting the onerous burden of this ghastly, dark and regaled secret for some fifty long years, holding back nothing, the author reveals rather raunchy dealings privately known and secretly inferred. Miss Georgia's story was adversely impacted by an onslaught of bizarre characters and circumstances. Her cryptic demise was a symbol of the quintessence darkest of times, for the prevailing mentality coddled and coveted apathy, 'letting sleeping dogs lie where they lay.' Swishing away moral correctness like a light dusting of coal cleverly disguised as discolored rhyme and poetic jive, far too many good folk turned a blind eye, overlooking overt wickedness.

Hush now. Early one wintry morn, somebody was chanting at the Old Negro Cemetery. The apparition of the "Ghost of Miss Georgia Past' was spiritedly conceded. Yet, for her story to meritoriously support a national kitchen table conversation, ground breaking dialogue that will hopefully help bridge the gaping American rift, her voice must be resurrected with clarity of purpose. Miss Georgia has her say so, adding fresh perspective to an overdue discussion, one worthy of having, one fostering the ideal of racial parity and reconciliation. Her liberated voice can be heard loud and clear by those owning an impeccable sense of ought and naught, folk swayed by the bush that still shakes.